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Watch “Leonard Cohen – A Thousand Kisses Deep” on YouTube



The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done ?
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it?s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet…
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat .

Watch “Leonard Cohen-In My Secret Life” on YouTube


https://youtu.be/ym3_m_Apfas
LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

“In My Secret Life”

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Haiku: We all are Charlie, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems page)


Haiku: We all are Charlie, poetic thought by George-B
(the smudge and other poems page)

We all are Charlie

dawn in and on assignment:

 open people’s hearts!

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– ©George-B (allrightsreserved)

 

 

Caught up in time, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems page)


Caught up in time, poetic thought by George-B
(the smudge and other poems page)

time starts to be appeasing: it weighs 26 hours and 35 minutes.

I do recall another line,
long,
long ago,
when time was light and swift as a mountain river,
fluid, well…

I guess time is taking its time lately so even I can catch-up with.
©
George-B.

the persistance of memory-Salvador Dali

the persistence of memory-Salvador Dali

 

The best choice was clay, poetic thought by George-B (The Smudge and other poems)


The best choice was  clay, poetic thought by George-B
(The Smudge and other poems)

You are my clay statue now, my witness

I could have turn you to

stone

salt

oil

coal

sulphur

the enchanted tree:

just to keep the story,

the “once upon a time…” alive.

but it would have been too much work and
all those choices….

I decided then, it will be clay
soft,
warm,
cold,
humid,
provocatively pliable,
with the shape of the dead soil
impregnable, yet so fulfilling…

You’re at your best, now,
your best features… the cover story:
as it was,
so it will remain…

The best choice was  clay.

©George-B.

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Alchemy: moments to jewels (my poetic thoughts)


Alchemy: moments to jewels

Alchemy: moments to jewels

alchemy: moments to jewels

the moments past are now my jewels
long time have they been polished
In the clean interstellar void, beyond…

The place I keep them  is no secret ,
the perfect  vault’s,  my heart ;
 from time to time I take few out to wear,
sometimes they’re meant as truthful gifts
for those who care…

Will the moments survive?

2012, copyright, poems, George-B, euzicasa